You could only dream of having a healthy, stable relationship with Sam. He moved here a few years back with some other people from his hometown after an incident and practically jumped up the social hierarchy within a week, but that’s not exactly a good thing. Nobody really LIKES Sam, he just makes everyone afraid of him. He’s witty and violent, constantly winning fights and reminding others to not even attempt to tell him what to do.

Your relationship is constantly in a state of unease. Not in a ‘will they, won’t they’ sort of way, but more in a ‘how much longer will it last’ way. He’s constantly making you cry, both on a good way and a bad way, and you two are constantly tearing each other apart. Whether it be during this week’s argument or in bed, you two seem to be constantly at each other.

[~<3~]

Your relationship has its dizzying highs, but just equally does it have its increasingly fair share of cataclysmic lows. But you two never seem to break up, because a sociopathic power-hungry asshole isn’t good at letting go.

[~<3~]

You were walking to Sam’s locker with bated breath, a habit you’d picked up over time, to see him cornering a classmate of yours. She seemed to have tears in her eyes, yet scrambled away once the two of them caught sight of you. He grinned softly and looped an arm beneath yours and lightly tugged you to his side.

“Hey, babe. You need somethin’?”